Post by Ziggy Plath on Sept 28, 2016 23:11:04 GMT
Jacob Adams
Coffee. The universal drink of bonding. Day, or night, it doesn’t truly matter. A warm brew always strengthens relationships; be it romantic, platonic, or even business related. The bitter liquid seemed to make every interaction occur smoothly, more organically. It was there for good news, bad news, insignificant chit chat -- the list is endless.
Since the sun had yet to rise, the presence of a cooler autumn lingered. It was early, too early for it to be considered morning, yet far too late for it to be night; dawn was still around the corner.
Ziggy pressed her face against the chilled chains keeping the plank of wood extended in the air. She swung a bit, lazily. Twisting, more or less, opposed to gaining any height. By her feet, and next to the other swing, was a drink carrier with a to go cup furthest from her. In her own hand was a steaming cup with the same design. Both were from her work, the last brew the waitresses made while finishing up their cleaning and money counting for the night. The warmth held for a while, and would only become lukewarm after a few hours, thanks for the styrofoam that contained it. Her eyes gradually made their way to glance at her watch. Indifferently, she sipped to get a surge of energy without the scorching side effect, her tongue already burnt from the first drink.
Both she and the extra drink settled patiently, almost drowsily. Her shift ended not too long ago, and soon should Jacob’s. Although exhausted, Ziggy was more than thankful that she worked the closing shift, being that it gave her the opportunity to steal a few hours with Jacob for free. It seemed as though ages have passed since the two had gotten their schedules to coincide considerately with the other.
Coffee. The universal drink of bonding. Day, or night, it doesn’t truly matter. A warm brew always strengthens relationships; be it romantic, platonic, or even business related. The bitter liquid seemed to make every interaction occur smoothly, more organically. It was there for good news, bad news, insignificant chit chat -- the list is endless.
Since the sun had yet to rise, the presence of a cooler autumn lingered. It was early, too early for it to be considered morning, yet far too late for it to be night; dawn was still around the corner.
Ziggy pressed her face against the chilled chains keeping the plank of wood extended in the air. She swung a bit, lazily. Twisting, more or less, opposed to gaining any height. By her feet, and next to the other swing, was a drink carrier with a to go cup furthest from her. In her own hand was a steaming cup with the same design. Both were from her work, the last brew the waitresses made while finishing up their cleaning and money counting for the night. The warmth held for a while, and would only become lukewarm after a few hours, thanks for the styrofoam that contained it. Her eyes gradually made their way to glance at her watch. Indifferently, she sipped to get a surge of energy without the scorching side effect, her tongue already burnt from the first drink.
Both she and the extra drink settled patiently, almost drowsily. Her shift ended not too long ago, and soon should Jacob’s. Although exhausted, Ziggy was more than thankful that she worked the closing shift, being that it gave her the opportunity to steal a few hours with Jacob for free. It seemed as though ages have passed since the two had gotten their schedules to coincide considerately with the other.
